Tailgunner Joe And The Earls Of Slander Make Heavenly Noise
I think the party was to celebrate that the host’s house was 100 years old, and I’m not sure of the affiliation between the band and the homeowners.
A slightly unusual mix of aging punk-rockers, mostly 40 and up, and kids of all ages, but mostly 10 and under, made up the audience. So, I realized, this is where all the cool punks from the early 80s have gone. They grew up and had kids, but they’re still gathering for good music; still wearing Converse and band t-shirts. Their tattoos still look good.
The original punk rockers, who are now the grown-ups, undoubtedly, sat in folding chairs or stood watching the band, heads-a-bobbin' and toes-a-tappin'.
It felt a bit like a passing of a torch, even though T.J.A.T.E.O.S. aren’t punk rock like The Sex Pistols are punk rock, they still morphed into full-on rock-n-roll showmen, exhibiting talent and abandon; sweating and screaming and all around enjoying their craft. And here’s the thing about the band, their big Churchies.
It’s not that I have anything against Christians, but I would never think that a nice group of church going, church activity doing boys would be able to scratch me where it itches, and they did just that. Mind-blowing. I look forward to seeing them again.
Thanks to Roger for taking me to the party, and thanks to the hosts, Janice and Mike, and most of all, thanks to the band for reminding me that I still don’t have it all figured out, thank God.
